Hmph. She carried him. It's only fair that he carry her. But fine. Rhonda B....Rhondab, fine, thats awful - Rhondab clatters onto his counter and arranges herself into something like a snake bristling with broken pretzel teeth. She looks up at him and - wait, no, Rhomba. Rhomba looks up at him and rumbles with a low purr.

Rhomba. Like a rhombus, but with eyelashes.